And he loved her,
but she couldn't see.
Because his language of love was so different from hers.
And she struggled to love herself,
she was insecure.
she was insecure.
She didn't feel safe,
anymore in this world.
He had to tell her again,
she could feel it when he told her the words.
But she needed him to say them all the time,
when he didn't she sank into her thoughts of her delirious mind again.
She didn't talk his language of love, hers was so different from his.
So she forgot it all the time,
she forgot that he loved her.
Until he told her again,
and for a moment she remembered.
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